Every day the puppet is playing dead

Chongyu didn't realize how strange it was that he lost a hand at all.

He looked up at the giant tree where he was, hesitated again and again, and finally chose to continue walking in the previous direction.

Chongyu didn't know what he was going to face, and he didn't know where the end of the road was, but he knew that if he kept walking in one direction, he would be able to get out of this strange flower field sooner or later.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the field of vision gradually widened, and the number of white flowers gradually decreased. Chongyu finally walked out of the strange white flower field.

Seeing that he had finally walked out of the flower field, Chongyu was very happy, and the next scene, Chongyu swore that he would never forget it——

The end of the flower field is not far from the giant tree.

After walking all the way out, Chongyu finally saw the true appearance of the giant tree.

I don’t know how long that giant tree has existed on the cliff, its canopy can already be described as covering the sky and the sun, and the green leaves almost cover half of the cliff;

The branches are twisting and twisting, and the brown trunk has red, blood-vessel-like filaments spreading to the top of the tree, and a red light can be seen faintly from the gaps in the trunk.

The whole tree is like a living thing.

Standing under a tree, people will only feel that human beings are as small as ants, but an insignificant grain of sand in the torrent of time.

And under the tree, there is a person standing.

That person, with black clothes and black hair, was standing under the tree, looking up at the giant tree.

From Chong Yu's profile, he could only see the man's profile and his straight back.

The man's face was as cold as jade, but there was an ambiguous tinge of red at the corners of his eyes, and his blood-red pupils were smudged with an amber-like color, scorchingly bright.

He was raising his head, looking up at the giant tree with all his attention. His face was expressionless, his expression was indifferent and noble, his whole body was a fusion of aloofness and ghostly temperament, and his whole body exuded a kind of brilliance that people dare not look directly at.

So handsome.

At that moment, Chong Yu forgot everything, he stood where he was, staring fixedly at the person not far away.

"bang bang bang"

Chong Yu heard something in his chest, which started beating crazily and making strange noises.

Chong Yu's gaze was too hot. After a while, the person not far away noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at Chong Yu, and then walked over.

He walked very slowly, his eyes swept over Chongyu's body, until he came to Chongyu's face, the man's eyes fell on Chongyu's face, and at the same time he stretched out his hand towards Chongyu, placed it on Chongyu's face. On Yu's chest:

"Why do you have a knife stuck in your body?"

Hearing the man's words, the small flame in Chong Yu's heart was instantly extinguished, not even a single smoke came out.

Chong Yu: "..."

He woke up from the nympho state, the filter of seeing the person in front of him disappeared instantly, and returned to the real world.

And looking at it this way, isn't the person in front of him Yuan Wuxin?

He actually had such a small heart for Yuan Wuxin?

For a moment, Chongyu wanted to travel back and strangle herself to death.

Isn't Yuan Wuxin standing in front of Chongyu?

Yuan Wuxin didn't seem to intend to get the answer from the puppet, he looked at the knife on Chongyu's stomach with interest, and Chongyu's empty wrist.

Under Chong Yu's unclear gaze, Yuan Wuxin stretched out his hand and pulled the knife out of Chong Yu's body.

"Push"

After a soft sound, Yuan Wuxin played with the silver knife in his hand, lowered his head, wiped off the blood on the blade with his fingers, and asked casually:

"What does that mean? Huh?"

The word "um" made Chong Yu's heart tremble.

His brain began to run rapidly, and only then did he realize that he had failed to escape, and instead ran in front of the Lord.

The angle of the blade was constantly changing on Yuan Wuxin's fingertips. The sunlight reflected on the blade, and the bright light flashed through Chong Yu's eyes several times. If it wasn't for the puppet's cold body, Chong Yu would have been sweating profusely.

He began to think about who would win if he fought Yuan Wuxin with his current body.

"Oh, it's nothing interesting, I just forgot to draw the knife."

At the very moment, a faint voice came from behind Chong Yu.

The voice was cold and cold, like a white snake hissing and spitting out snake letters, looming from behind Chong Yu, and then one hand touched Chong Yu's shoulder, and with a slight movement, all of Chong Yu's strength was removed.

Chong Yu froze on the spot, not daring to take a breath.

Although he couldn't turn his head to see who was behind him now, he recognized this characteristic voice as the white-haired man from the beginning.

Wasn't that white-haired man knocked unconscious by his arm?

The white-haired man came out of Chong Yu's shadow.

At the beginning, Chongyu's shadow became much lighter, and then a black ooze-like substance protruded from the shadow, transforming into a human silhouette, and the human silhouette finally became clear, and it was a white-haired man.

"That's not like something you'd do."

Yuan Wuxin glanced at the white-haired man clinging behind Chong Yu, with a familiar tone.

"I did an experiment, and there was a little accident."

The white-haired man's hand touched Chong Yu's shoulder. He probably wanted to avenge the punch that Chong Yu gave him before, so he pinched the red mantra on Chong Yu's shoulder hard without any trace.

That is, the interface where the broken arm was connected before.

All of a sudden, Chongyu trembled all over, he almost couldn't control his body, and wanted to throw off the white-haired man who was clinging to his back.

"After being connected to the original arm, Eleven is much more active than before."

The white-haired man still said lightly, he seemed to be covering up something consciously, and said lightly,

"He knew he was coming to see you, didn't he?"

Chong Yu: "..."

He swore that he really didn't want to find Yuan Wuxin, it was really a coincidence.

If possible, he wanted to be as far away from Yuan Wuxin as possible.

The white-haired man's words obviously pleased Yuan Wuxin. Yuan Wuxin smiled not so obviously. He didn't continue to investigate why there was a knife on the puppet's stomach, and asked casually:

"Where's his hand?"

"it's here."

The white-haired man took out a hand from his arms like a juggler and explained.

Before Yuan Wuxin could continue to say anything, the white-haired man stepped forward, and he used his body to separate Yuan Wuxin and the puppet. Then, while blocking Yuan Wuxin's line of sight, the white-haired man raised the puppet's bare right hand, and connected it to the puppet. the severed hand.

During the whole process, Chong Yu was in a daze.

He stared blankly at the face of the white-haired man in front of him, and waited blankly for the white-haired man to help him connect the severed hand with the silk thread from his fingertips.

Very strange.

Chong Yu couldn't help blinking, and looked at the white-haired man.

He didn't quite understand why the white-haired man's attitude towards him suddenly changed, and how "friendly" he suddenly became.

Compared with the first time he woke up, this time the white-haired man looked at him less coldly.

If the white-haired man looked at him before, he was looking at a cold experimental subject;

Now, inside the ice-blue eyes of the white-haired man, there are complex emotions that Chong Yu can't understand at all——

There are expectations, admiration, and a little bit of sadness.

He recognizes me.

Chong Yu thought.

The white-haired man hid a lot of things for him, including hitting someone and losing his hand;

For now, the white-haired man still seems to be helping hide his consciousness.

"It's just a hand, as for that long?"

Yuan Wuxin's cold voice came from behind.

"Ah."

The white-haired man replied perfunctorily to Yuan Wuxin.

He lowered his head, moved his fingers slightly, and the sewing speed of the silk thread was much faster. The stitches used to sew the puppet's wrist were rough, but now they are fine. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the suture thread at all.

"almost."

After answering casually, the white-haired man sewed up both of the puppet's hands again.

After doing all this, the white-haired man thought for a while, and stepped aside.

However, after walking a few steps, the white-haired man stopped. He looked at the puppet and frowned.

He suddenly raised a hand and pinched a spell, a layer of black shadow quickly spread from behind the puppet, turning into a piece of clothing by itself.

"Long time no see, you really care about Eleven."

Watching the dress take shape, Yuan Wuxin narrowed his blood-red pupils, obviously interested in the rare behavior of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man said neither humble nor overbearing:

"I am his maker, Your Majesty is really a noble man who forgets things."

On the other side, Chongyu didn't realize that he was about to face a Shura field, he was looking down at his new clothes curiously, and then raised his hand to touch the black clothes on his body——

Woven by shadows, the fabric feels like a living thing.

"Oh, really?"

The corners of Yuan Wuxin's lips continued to rise, he obviously looked like he was watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal,

"Looking at Eleven, he already has some sanity, right?"

The white-haired man was silent for a moment.

After choosing words carefully for a while, the white-haired man nodded slowly:

"Yes. But he doesn't have the memory of that person, he's just an unintentional puppet, a blank sheet of paper."

"This seat doesn't care about these."

Yuan Wuxin showed a smile, and the red marks at the corners of his eyes became more red now,

"I can see that you want him too. In that case, we might as well make a bet and let him choose who he wants to follow, how?"

"it is good."

The white-haired man couldn't wait to answer.

And at this time, Chong Yu put down his hands reluctantly, as if he had finished studying the strange clothes on his body.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yuan Wuxin standing in front of him.

Just when Chongyu had a question mark on his face, Yuan Wuxin crossed his arms and twisted the silver knife in one hand maliciously. He stood in front of the puppet and asked:

"Who do you want to follow?"

Chong Yu: "..."

Damn, it was a proposition from the beginning.